Monday, November 10, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Another Wrong Number
This morning someone called me asking to speak with you, I sighed and explained that you haven't been here in over a year. They apologized for my loss of such a remarkable soul and said that they didn't mean to bother me it's just that they saw you recently. You were looking worse than ever, unhealthy, unhappy, broken even and they wanted to tell you that you are still the most beautiful person they have ever known. Even in your pain. So I'm sure you'll never listen to this message, but Hun, if they were able to find you, please, give them a chance if you're not already in someone else's arms because it's so rare to meet someone who can find pure, genuine beauty in a soul instead of a body. And there was something in their voice, something so honest, so kind that they are so much more than someone to hold on to.
Because people who find pure, genuine beauty are among the rarest in the world.
And you deserve nothing less than perfection.
In the Dark
You come here day after day, thinking every word I write for you. And that's true. But sometimes it isn't. Sometimes they are for someone else. There are times when someone needs them more than you do. And I've never been sure how to tell you that without hurting you, but I'm tired of the not knowing. So I hope you understand.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Forever Bright
You feast on falling stars and dine with endless skies. Your teachers are only the best of the best. When you love it's with all your heart and soul and absolutely nothing less. The tea tastes the best when it's too hot and coffee's better stale and cold. And somehow you are still the most beautiful soul anyone will ever meet.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
If I am a Monster
Feeling the blood dripping as it paints over my shattered shell again. And you've told me that you'd love to join me for one of these moments considering blood and I do the same things to you. Exactly. So put us together and I can only imagine how things would go. And still you and this blood are the only two things in this world that can make me feel alive.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
A Night in Your Arms
Heartbeat
Beat, Beat, Beating
as you must
to keep us going.
Heartbeat
Beat, Beat, Beating
me a lullaby
when sleep is late.
A sign of love,
of wholeness
and protection,
pure beauty.
Heartbeat
Beat, Beat, Beating
keeping time
with our breathing.
Heartbeat
Beat, Beat, Beating
thank you, Love,
it's complete perfection.
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